My study table, oh how it’s changed
From a place of fairytales, it now ranges
Once upon a time, it was so small
A tiny space for books and toys to crawl
But as I grew, so did its reach
New worlds of mystery, science, and teach
History and geography laid out so neat
Science and tech books in perfect array
They taught me skills, they helped me grow
My study table, my constant glow
With artistic pursuits, it showed me grace
Painting, drawing, sketching, and more
Photography and calligraphy, a new embrace
My artist’s soul, it did adore
Always there, a source of drive
To be the best, to reach the sky
The laptop, the desktop, the tablet too
They came, and the books, they flew
My study table, so wise and brave
Held them all, like a safe, secure cave
Through school and university, it stayed
A constant companion, come what may
But now, it sits empty and still
A waiting room, devoid of skill
It misses the sounds of pen and key
The rustle of paper, the click of me
It beckons, it whispers, it calls
Come back, my friend, for one more fall
For it is not the table’s fault
That life’s path takes us on a new halt
But know this, my study table dear
Your place in my heart, will forever stay clear
You have been my guide, my rock
My steady hand, through life’s crooked block
And when I’m gone, I hope you’ll know
That you were the key, to unlock my soul
